Revelry (Taint #1)

by Carmen Jenner

I lift my hips and Cooper’s cock slides out of me. Before I can move, though, Levi snakes an arm around my waist and drags me off Coop, repositioning me on all fours so I’m facing him.

  “Eager much? Jesus.” Coop chuckles and shifts off the bed. He moves behind me and slides his cock back and forth through the wetness pooling at my opening.

  I trace my finger playfully across the bold text decorating the flesh above Levi’s pubic hair. No mercy. That much was true. It had taken me three damn days to heal after the last time that he’d fucked me senseless.

  I take Levi in my mouth, sucking him as deep as I can without choking. He pistons his hips back and forth, and fists his hands in my hair. I cry out when Cooper shoves inside me and earn myself a sharp smack across the arse. I wriggle away from his touch, but he soothes my smarting flesh with his palm and then sinks his fingers into my hips, yanking me back against him.

  Levi groans as my teeth nip at his sensitive flesh. He glares at Coop, but then he winds up moving to the rhythm Cooper sets, delving deeper, both of them pushing into me from opposite ends. Cooper slides his hand across my hip and then down to my pussy, circling my clit with skilful fingers. Before long, the three of us slip into a rhythm all our own: the push and pull of hungry mouths, the laboured breaths, and the slap of flesh against flesh as it rings off of every wall in the room. All of it is synchronised, all of it music … all of it something bigger than just three bodies coming together to seek out pleasure in one another’s touch.

  I’m the first to tip over the edge. Pleasure sluices through my body. Every nerve-ending fires like a live wire. A moment later, Levi groans, his body jerking as his hot come spills into my mouth. I swallow down everything he has to offer and he sits back on his heels, grinning at me with this ridiculously sexy, sated expression.

  Despite his erratic thrusts, Cooper doesn’t fall over the edge of the precipice. Instead, he pulls out of me and flips me onto my back. Levi shifts on the bed and cradles my back against his front as Cooper spreads my legs. He spits on my pussy and rubs his fingers over my slick, hot flesh and then he shoves inside. I gasp and close my eyes, feeling all my senses fire to life again and finding that even though I just came, I want more. I need it. Cooper’s hand wraps around my throat in a delicate hold. His thumb strokes my cheek as he whispers, “Look at me, Ali.”

  I do. How could I not? I watch him as his body works over mine, into mine, his hard muscles bunching, sweat glistening, lips full and pouting as he pants. I hold his gaze as he comes. He doesn’t close his eyes until the last second when his body pumps into mine and he loses all control. He jerks inside me as he groans, “So fucking hot. So beautiful.”

  And then he does something I’ve been wanting him to do all night—he kisses me. And it’s hard, and passionate, and infinitely tender all at the same time. I kiss him back, moving into him, wanting more, as he softens inside me. My nipples bead as his slick skin grazes mine, but too quickly he pulls away.

  “Give me a couple minutes, Ali-Cat.” He laughs, sliding free of my body and kneeling before me. He slips the condom off his cock and discards it, and then he collapses in the space between my thighs, resting his head on my leg, his breath tickling my lady parts.

  He collects some of my juices on his fingertips and sucks them clean. “Sweetest tasting pussy I’ve ever fucking had.”

  “It is, isn’t it?” Levi says, startling me. Up until this point, I thought he’d been asleep.

  “Mmhmm.” Cooper darts his tongue out, lapping me clean, and I squirm away from him.

  “No more. I can’t.”

  “Oh, I think she can,” Levi says, and Coop pulls out that smirk that simultaneously makes me want to hurt and kiss him.

  “I think she definitely can,” Coop whispers, glancing up at Levi.

  “You’re going to kill me,” I say, attempting to close my legs, but Cooper pays me no heed. He dips his head to my overused pussy and brings me to another slow, lingering orgasm. When he’s done, he sits up and wipes away the evidence of my arousal on the sheets, and then he crawls up the bed towards us. He snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me off of Levi, settling me instead between them. I turn and face him, smiling as I run my fingertips over strong dark brows and chiselled cheekbones. Levi nuzzles into my neck and I move closer to Cooper, bringing Levi with me. We fall asleep in a puppy pile, our bodies a tangle of tired limbs.

  When I wake, Levi is gone and Cooper is studying my face openly.

  “Good morning,” he whispers in that voice that makes me want to strip naked and rub myself all over hi—oh. Been there, done that.

  “How long have you been staring at me, Cooper?” I groan.

  “An hour, maybe two.” He grins as he rolls me onto my back and climbs on top.

  “An hour? Wow, that’s creepy.” I laugh, conscious of the fact that he’s so close and I’m probably breathing morning breath all over his face. “Where’s Levi?”

  “Who the fuck cares?” He shrugs and kisses my neck and jaw, and he has a point. Whatever happened last night should stay well and truly in last night, but where did that leave Coop and I? Was this just an added bonus? Like a free buffet breakfast when you book an expensive hotel? “You’re thinking.”

  “Little bit, yeah. You’re not having any thoughts right about now?”

  “I’m thinking I may have to gag you because I’m trying to get inside you and you’re freaking out.”

  “I’m not freaking out.” Was I though? I mean, we had sex, mind-blowing sex. But it was sex with Levi, and there were bits everywhere, and more orgasms than I could count, but this? This feels infinitely different. This is more than just sex, isn’t it?

  “Quit freaking out.”

  “I’m not freaking out.” I am totally freaking out. Am I going to lose my job over this? I’m pretty sure sleeping with your boss is a conflict of interest, and because I’m Cooper’s personal lackey does that make me a whore? Oh my god. Why? Why did I have to sleep with the hot rock star—or stars, plural?

  Cooper grabs a condom from the table beside the bed, tearing open the packet and rolling it on. He grins down at me and lowers his mouth to mine. “Fine. You can freak out all you want. I’ll just be here mindlessly working on your defences by bringing you more pleasure than you know what to do with.”

  “Actually, I kind of like the sound of that,” I whisper into the quiet of the room. I don’t know what time it is, but above the gentle roar of the engine I can hear the others moving about the bus. The tiny shower is in use, and from the lounge at the front of the bus I can hear drumming and the quiet licks of an unplugged acoustic guitar.

  “I figure we have at least twenty minutes before some arsehole busts down that door,” Coop whispers, rubbing his hard cock against my pussy and forcing me to open farther for him.

  “Then we had better make them count.”

  Nothing quite says awkward like the walk of shame from the back bedroom on a tour bus to your bunk. I desperately needed a shower, but seeing as Deb had been in there for more than an hour and I refused to shower in ice-cold water, I’d be going without for at least another thirty minutes. Not Coop, though. Apparently he didn’t care if he bathed like the polar bears, and as he slipped into the bathroom I was forced to endure the walk of shame all by my little lonesome, and let me tell you, the boys did not spare me in the slightest.

  “Morning, sweet thing,” Levi says in a sexy sleep-gruff voice, though I know he’s been awake a lot longer than me.

  I frown at the nickname, glancing between the others who are spread out around the lounge and kitchen. I grind my teeth. “Morning.”

  “Did you sleep well?” he asks, smirking at me over the rim of his coffee cup.

  “Yes, actually I did,” I say, spearing him with a warning glance. I yawn loudly as I sit beside Levi, careful to keep several inches of distance between us.

  “Worn. Out. Huh?” Ash huffs. He’s using the luggage rack to do pull-ups again. Not that I mind, because his body really is a
thing of beauty.

  Zed is frying up bacon and eggs on our little kitchen stove. He sets a freshly brewed coffee in front of me. I smile appreciatively. “Yep, tag teaming all night will do that to ya.”

  “Oh my god.”

  “That’s what she said,” Ash says, throwing on his shirt and stealing a piece of bacon from the pan.

  “You know, Ash, I liked you so much more when I thought you were mute,” I say, and sip my coffee.

  His lips purse and he breathes rapidly in and out through his nose. “Why does everyone automatically assume I’m a fucking mute?”

  “Because you never fucking say anything,” Deb replies, toying with her phone. She hasn’t even looked up since I entered the room.

  “So, DP, huh?” Zed asks, nodding his head and grinning like a fool. I glower, and his lips twist into a grimace. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

  “Oh ewww! That’s my brother you’re talking about. I do not need to hear this shit,” Deb says, covering her ears, while Ash leans forward in his chair.

  “Really, Zed?”

  He shrugs. “What? It’s not like I’ll ever have the chance to know.”

  I roll my eyes and he sets a plate of food in front of me. “Yeah, it kinda hurts, but in a good way. Though I have no plans to do it again.”

  “Why not?” Levi says, his cup pausing midway to his mouth.

  I glare at him. “Because it was a one-time thing.”

  “What was a one-time thing?” Cooper asks, shaking out his wet hair as he walks towards us. He flops down on the seat beside me.

  “Levi … and you … and I … together.”

  “Really?” Cooper cocks his head to the side to look at me. He stretches one arm across the back of the booth and the other bounces in his lap in time with his leg. He smells so good right now: leather and soap and the spice of his cologne. Cooper lowers his voice and asks, “And this morning, was that a one-time thing?”

  “Oh my god, I cannot be here for this,” Deb says, and she stalks to the back of the bus, but none of us have bothered to clean the room yet and it more than likely still smells of sex. She turns around, setting her steely-eyed scowl on us, and then throws herself onto her bunk, pulling the curtain firmly closed.

  I look at Coop. “You really wanna do this here? In front of everyone?”

  “Yeah, I kinda do.”

  “Okay, then I don’t know what that was. It was nice—”

  “Oooh,” Zed says, at the same time that Levi drops his spoon on the table and Ash screws up his face.

  “What?”

  “Nice?” Coop asks, looking for validation.

  “What’s wrong with nice?”

  “Dude, it’s like saying, ‘Well, the gig was okay’,” Zed says around a mouthful of bacon. “It totally means it was shit.”

  I laugh. “No it’s not, it means it was nice. This morning was nice, that doesn’t mean it was bad—it was just different from last night …” I trail off because from the dejected look on Coop’s face I know I’m only making this worse. I sigh and stand up, making him shift off the couch in order to let me pass.

  “I’m gonna go catch up on some sleep.” I smile, though it feels forced. “Coop?” I say, and I wait until his gaze meets mine before I open my mouth. I know everyone on the bus, including James, can hear it, but I feel like it needs to be said because I can’t have him thinking this morning was average or mediocre. It wasn’t. “For the record, I’ve never had nice. I’ve had bored, and I’ve had hurry-up-and-come-already-so-I-can-roll-over-and-forget-that-you-were-a-complete-jerk-off, and I’ve had holy-fuck-what-the-hell-just-happened? But I’ve never had nice. I kinda like nice.”

  “I was totally that second last one, right?” Levi says with a smirk. I roll my eyes.

  “Jesus Christ,” Ash says. “We could write a billboard fucking hit with the amount of lovey-dovey shit circulating this room right now.”

  “Then do it, and we might get a private jet to fly around in instead of this crappy tour bus.” I wink and climb into my bunk, pulling the curtain closed behind me. I cover my face with my hands and fight the urge to squeal or kick my legs into the mattress like a fucking overexcited five-year-old.

  Draped only in a towel, I waddle from the bathroom and down the aisle to Deb’s bunk. I can’t ask for Coop or Levi’s help with this problem. How embarrassing would that be? No, I need another female, possibly someone who has been through something this humiliating before. I whisper her name, pulling back her curtain, but she’s not there. Shit. I limp a little farther, and locate her at the very front of the bus, making coffee in the kitchen, her head bent over a gossip mag. Zed is sitting in the booth seat across from her, eating a mountain of a sandwich. His eyebrows shoot skyward when he sees me, little bits of food falling from his open mouth. Mercifully, the others are nowhere in sight.

  “Deb, can I talk to you?” I venture.

  She whirls around at the sound of my voice. Her eyes drift over my near-naked body and she gives me a quizzical expression, “Sure. Only I’m not my brother, so if you could put some clothes on first that’d be great.”

  “That’s kind of the problem.”

  Deb glares impatiently at me over the edge of her magazine. She sets it down on the table and I notice yet another article speculating over why two members of the band Taint are leaving different hotels in Vegas with the same mysterious redhead. I can’t believe she buys that shit.

  “What’s the problem?”

  “Well, I sort of decided to try my hand at waxing and let’s just say Mr Miyagi was a lying arsehole because this certainly wasn’t a ‘wax on, wax off’ kind of scenario. I’m … well, I’m sort of stuck.”

  She bursts into peals of laughter, and I glare between her and Zed, his head cocked to the side, his gaze firmly fixed on my crotch, which is thankfully covered by the towel.

  “When you say stuck …?” Zed ventures, and I ignore him in favour of hissing at Deb.

  “Could you keep your voice down, please? I don’t want the others to hear.”

  “Why don’t you want them to hear? And how are you stuck?” Zed asks. Sometimes it’s like Zed’s brain works on a completely different level. Musical genius he may be, but a smart man he is not.

  “My outer labia are stuck together, Zed, possibly my inner labia too, now that I think about it. Not only is it humiliating, but it’s also really very uncomfortable, so if we could just move past the laughter and all the questions and get my vagina unstuck, that would be awesome.”

  To my absolute mortification Deb is still laughing, her eyes are wet with tears, and her face is beet red as she doubles over with her hands on her knees. Not only is that fuel enough to add to the torch I’m about to set myself on fire with but Zed sets down his sandwich, brushing the crumbs from his mouth. He stands up, places his huge hands on my shoulders and says, “Let’s get you unstuck, Ginge.”

  “Not you.” I push him off and point at Deb. “Her.”

  “Me?” Deb’s eyes widen and her lips twist into a grimace. “Oh, hell no.”

  “Deb’s squeamish when it comes to pussy. I’ll do it.”

  “Zed, I’ve already let two members of this band see my vagina. I think that’s more than enough, don’t you?”

  “Zed gets to see your vagina too?” Ash says, coming up behind me.

  “No. Zed is not seeing anything. Debbie, please? I know you’re not my number one fan or anything but please, I beg of you, from one female to another, please help me with this.”

  “Ash, move the hell outta the way, would you?” Coop says, walking up behind Ash.

  “Yeah, what’s the fucking hold up?” Levi says from behind him. “I’m starving.”

  When Cooper sees me in a towel, his eyes bug out. “Ali-Cat. Looking a little underdressed, aren’t we, babe?”

  “Jesus Christ, woman, if you’re propositioning Zed and Ash now, we’re going to have a problem,” Levi says.

  “I’m not propositioning anyone.”

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�I don’t understand why you didn’t just get that shit done before we left?” Deb says, sipping her coffee.

  “What shit?” Coop asks.

  “Nothing,” I say

  Zed says, “Ali’s vagina is stuck together.”

  At the same time, Deb says, “Red here had a little waxing accident.”

  “No fucking way,” Levi says.

  “Are you okay?” Coop asks, and I can tell he’s trying not to laugh. He’s trying and failing miserably because his lips keep jerking up in a stupid fucking grin before he schools them back into place.

  “Fuck you all.”

  “Sorry, vagina makes me gag,” Deb says.

  I manage to squeeze past Ash but Coop isn’t quite so accommodating. He grabs the knot in my towel and yanks me against him. It isn’t difficult, because there’s next to no room between him and I anyway.

  “You didn’t want me to help you with this little problem?”

  “Hell no, I didn’t want to ask you.”

  “She was trying to find me, right, Red?” Levi asks, but I just glare at him.

  “Actually, I didn’t want either of you to see this so I just thought I’d seek out the only other female who might have been through this same sort of thing to help me, but obviously I was wrong.”

  “Hell yes, you were wrong. I’ve never done anything that stupid,” Deb says, and Coop gives her a disappointed look. “I still don’t know why you didn’t sort the muff-scaping before we left.”

  “Because I was living in my car with barely enough money to feed myself, Deb. Brazilian waxes weren’t really high on my list of priorities.”

  “Oh shit, you attempted a Brazilian on your own?” Deb asks, and she’s laughing again. “On a tour bus?”

  “Brazilian?” Levi whispers, and he’s doing that growly thing in the back of his throat that makes my vagina do cartwheels.

  “So right now, you have wax—”

  “Everywhere,” I confirm with a nod.

  “Oh you’re so fucking screwed,” Deb says, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. “No one can help you with that. You’re just gonna have to drill a little hole to pee out of and wait until that shit wears off.”